Miss President wants to talk to you

"Eight men and eight women..."

Eleanor was truly astonished; he looked up, incredulous.

"Wolsteld, you've got some serious tricks up your sleeve?"

"I am guilty! I am guilty!"

Andrew knelt down and begged for mercy, "I was drunk at the time, I don't know anything, it was all arranged by someone else..."

"I really didn't do anything! I was the one who was passive!"

Eleanor flipped through the testimony, and the more she read, the more disgusted she became.

He tossed the statement aside and, forcing a smile, asked, "You say you were drunk? Aren't you a staunch advocate of prohibition?"

“That was just an image for the voters,” Andrew confessed honestly.

Eleanor rubbed her temples, utterly speechless at this guy.

He's a typical federal congressman.

At that moment, Andrew seemed to have thought of something.

He suddenly scrambled to the table.

"Mr. Hopkins!"

His voice trembled, "I confess to everything in my confession, but I really didn't participate in the assassination of the president! I really didn't!"

He said these words countless times.

But Edgar always says he has recordings and irrefutable evidence, which he simply doesn't believe.

Now that Eleanor has arrived, Andrew is trying again.

He really didn't intend to assassinate the president; he can't possibly take the blame for this!

Seeing his appearance, Eleanor thought it was about time.

"Get up, Walstead."

Eleanor said, "I know you were not involved in the plot to assassinate the president."

Ok?

Upon hearing this, Andrew was first stunned, and then burst into unexpected ecstasy.

"You...you're willing to believe me?!"

"This is not a matter of willingness or unwillingness."

Eleanor casually turned on the tape recorder on the table, and a conversation between Andrew and Rogers came on.

“This recording is fake. Rogers has already confessed that he wanted to drag you down, so he edited this recording.”

To Andrew, these words were like the gospel of heaven.

He lay sprawled on the ground, as if all his bones had been removed.

saved.

I'm saved!

"Thank God..."

He covered his face, his voice choked with emotion.

"Thank God! I knew justice would eventually prove my innocence!"

Eleanor found it somewhat amusing.

"Innocent? Who said you're innocent?"

Eleanor picked up the statement. "You confessed to what's on this yourself, right?"

“Wolstede, you are not innocent; you just haven’t committed treason.”

"That's different, that's different!"

Andrew was now relaxed and his whole demeanor was different.

Treason is an unpardonable crime.

However, the things he had confessed to before, although they were serious crimes, had a lot of room for interpretation.

He's not the only one in the entire Federation doing this.

I've known this all along.

The Federation has its own national conditions, and even if he goes to jail for this, he will be released on bail soon.

Seeing Andrew like this, Eleanor felt really unlucky.

Is this the kind of people who oppose him?

No.

Perhaps it's not just the opposition.

Even among his own political allies, there are quite a few like Andrew.

We need to do something.

Otherwise, this federation will be finished sooner or later.

Chapter Sixty-Three: My Heart and My Actions Are as Clear as a Mirror

The level at which a person thinks about a problem depends on their position in the world.

Eleanor is Roseve's soulmate, so naturally she has to think about things from the president's perspective.

To build a good federation, we must first reform our internal forces.

Otherwise, no matter how fruitful the results of the construction are, it will be in vain.

It will be stolen sooner or later.

The interrogation for the day has now concluded.

Eleanor didn't continue arguing with Andrew.

There's nothing more to ask about this kind of person.

His greatest value now is not how much he can still tell us, but his very existence.

Senior member of Congress, chairman of the Judiciary Committee, leader of the prohibition movement...

Every identity is worth making good use of.

Eleanor turned and left the interrogation room.

Edgar followed behind, and before closing the door, he didn't forget to look back at Andrew.

Feeling the gaze directed at him, Andrew immediately shrank back.

Seeing this, Edgar revealed a satisfied smile.

Then he hurriedly followed Eleanor.

As they approached the entrance to the FBI building, Edgar suddenly spoke up: "Mr. Hopkins."

"Hmm?" Eleanor stopped in her tracks.

"I have an idea, but I don't know when to say it..."

"speak."

Edgar immediately beamed with joy.

As expected of Eleanor, her style is decisive!

She leaned closer and lowered her voice: "Let me make it clear first, this is just my opinion. If there's anything wrong with it, please feel free to criticize and correct me!"

"Our actions tonight have proven one thing."

"These federal congressmen may appear respectable, but in reality, few of them are clean."

"If you investigate, you'll always find something."

"If the Bureau of Investigation could create a secret file and collect all these people's weaknesses, we could..."

That way, we can control these people.

Edgar was about to say that, but was suddenly interrupted by Elinor.

"Will that make it easier for us to find spies?" Eleanor asked.

"Yes, yes, yes! Find the spy!"

Edgar understood Eleanor's meaning and immediately changed his tune.

"I see..."

Eleanor stroked his chin, looking thoughtful.

He actually knew that Edgar's idea was not a spur-of-the-moment decision.

Rather, it was premeditated.

These ideas were not supported in the past, so she never spoke up.

But it's different now.

After a moment's thought, Eleanor nodded.

"Just do it if you want to."

He said, "The Bureau of Investigation has its own responsibilities, and espionage is of paramount importance now."

"Organizing information on suspects and establishing internal reference files are normal procedures."

"I think there's nothing wrong with doing what needs to be done."

Edgar's breathing gradually became heavier.